Matthew Williams was not a person people would normally pay attention to. They would normally pay attention to his brother, Alfred Jones, or his parents, Arthur Kirkland and Francis Bonnefoy. They were an odd family, yes, but they were also a famous family, so of course they were supposed to be odd. Otherwise the media would simply ignore them.

A quick history, for the few of those reading this that don't know their famous story… 10 years ago, an 18-year-old Arthur Kirkland inherited a powerful company from his dead father. His brothers didn't appreciate that the youngest got the company, and he was basically disowned. In the years that followed, he was a lonely bachelor, obviously not interested in the women that tried to flock to him. One day, he mistook a man for a woman (a 21-year-old Francis Bonnefoy) and the two started a kind of nemesis relationship. Even though Francis knew full well who Arthur was, he treated him like a normal person. In the natural way of things, the hate slowly morphed into something more.

Needless to say, they became partners, though because of how society would refuse a gay relationship, the two kept it fairly secret. Until the day they adopted two nine-year-old children from America. Not a lot was known about the two children, other than the fact that they were twins, yet with completely divergent personalities. At the time, since the relationship was not yet official, Arthur took one child and Francis took the other. It was 5 years later when Arthur and Francis made their relationship official to the public and the family was united. Alfred and Matthew, the children, grew up knowing the other as just friends rather than twins, even before they were adopted, so they took to the change rather slowly.

Today, the twins are 17, slowly learning things about the famous Kirkland Company, though neither really showed much interest in it. Arthur and Francis are near or in their early 30s and hold a rather amazing life, in their own opinions.

Matthew Williams (the last name was picked out by Francis to be inconspicuous and was yet to be changed) was a very quiet teenager, preferring to say nothing and let his brother take over. This was the reason why he was dwarfed by all of the more dominant personalities around him, making it hard for him to be noticed. He liked the idea of being practically invisible, as it allowed him to be able to do things on his own. He had no intent on taking over the company with his brother like his fathers wanted. He would rather own some quiet book shop and be ignored by the world. He had soft, golden hair that was slightly long and curly, along with indigo eyes always hidden behind glasses. He was very small and frail, looking a couple years younger than his actual age.

Alfred Jones (another last name that had yet to be changed) was his near opposite. He was loud, always loving to be the center of attention. He was obsessed with being a hero, though he never really had very many options to be one. He had already spoken his dislike for taking over the company in favor of joining the military or becoming some other kind of domestic hero. He had the same color hair as Matthew, though it always seemed bolder. It was shorter, with an odd cowlick that he'd never been able to tame. He had bright blue eyes that were also behind glasses, but they still stood out more than Matthew's. He was pretty well built, despite his nearly constant diet of fast food.

Arthur Kirkland(neither he or Francis had changed their last names, both refusing to take the other name), an Englishman, was usually very serious. Being in charge of the large company, he was constantly working late and always very tired. Though he always held enough spunk to be able to bicker with his partner over whatever they had as a topic for the day. It usually had something to do with cooking, or sometimes Arthur's looks. No matter how much the two fought, though, they always seemed to get along well. He had ragged blonde hair that Francis nearly constantly teased him about, forest green eyes, and fairly large eyebrows that Alfred nearly constantly teased him about. He had a fairly small build, too, though he seemed to always be able to command authority around anyone. Except Alfred.

Francis Bonnefoy, a Frenchman, had a flirtatious air about him. Before meeting Arthur, he would practically bed a person every night. Though he would still flirt, which caused Arthur to yell at him, he never did it seriously unless it was towards his partner. He was generally a happy-go-lucky kind of person and took care of the twins most of the time, since Arthur was usually very busy. He had ensured that Matthew knew both French and English, but when he tried teaching another language to Alfred, he learned quickly that Alfred's cultural sensitivity was nonexistent. He had long, luscious blonde hair that he prided and bright blue eyes. He was very weak, though he could hold his own pretty well in a fight against Arthur no matter what happened.

Generally, in the gossip columns, all of the talk was about either Arthur and Francis, or whatever antics Alfred had gotten himself into. Matthew only ever managed to be in them if Alfred was dragging him along to pull a prank of some sort. This usually happened because his "epic superpower of invisibility" came in handy for Alfred.

Matthew liked not being in the spot light. He was shy and so the less time he had to spend surrounded by paparazzi, the better.

Currently, Matthew had managed to get out of the mansion while Francis was cooking dinner and was actually managing to have a peaceful afternoon. The family lived in England because that was where the company headquarters was, and they occasionally visited France, which Matthew didn't usually mind. Though it did get rather annoying when Alfred always demanded Matthew be his translator.

Matthew calmly waited in line to get some random thing of coffee and he was happy Francis wouldn't be hounding him about to ask how it tasted. (The Frenchman was always obsessed with how good his cooking was.) Matthew tried to calm his golden curls, get them out of his face as he waited, but as always it was a lost cause. He let out a sigh, pushing his glasses up his nose, successfully hiding his eyes. They were the one thing that would give him away if anyone actually bothered to pay any attention to him. He finally reached the front of the line.

He ordered something that would warm him up, trying to be as polite as he could. It was freezing outside, as it was near the middle of winter. He was wearing an oversized red sweater with a white maple leaf on it. A part of him wanted to believe that he was Canadian, since he still only partially believed Alfred was his twin. He was also wearing black, baggy sweatpants and all of the clothing easily overshadowed his small frame.

He waited to the side for his drink, decidin to take a look at the people inside the small coffee shop. There were one or two people typing away on laptops, letting their warm drinks slowly cool down to be lukewarm. There was a group of students that looked like they should be working, but they favored their drinks and talking over the papers scattered on the table. Some people in the line were impatiently staring at their watches, obviously waiting to get back to work. A mother and her daughter calmly sipped their hot chocolate near the fireplace. The TV in the corner silently showed the news that no one was paying attention to. Matthew smiled.

If he were more famous, everyone in here would immediately swarm him and he wouldn't be able to just stand in peace like this. As much as he apparently looked like Alfred, people seemed to be able to easily overlook him. It was very nice.

"Hey," a sudden voice made Matthew jump and he glanced to his side to find a man with snow white hair and ruby eyes looking at him with a wide smile. Matthew couldn't help but wonder if it was real hair or maybe hair dye or something. There were a lot of people that did that, right? The man started laughing as Matthew's eyes widened in surprise at both the man's appearance and the fact that he was actually talking to Matthew without (probably) knowing who he was. "Ja, I know, my awesomeness is just hard to overcome."

"Wh…wh…" Matthew stuttered, unable to come up with a cohesive statement.

"It's alright," the man laughed, messing up Matthew's hair, making the curls take over his face once again. "You looked kinda lonely, so I decided to be awesome and keep you company."

"I-I'm fine," Matthew mumbled. His voice had never been very loud, but when he was nervous, like right now, it was barely audible.

"What was that?" the man leaned closer to him, cupping a hand around his ear.

"I-I'm fine…" Matthew repeated himself, trying to be louder, though he was sure it came out at the same volume.

"You really gotta learn how to speak up, kid," the man laughed and Matthew noticed him glance to the door before quickly turning back to him. "The name's Gilbert, by the way."

"M-Matthew," Matthew stated. He was sure there was something familiar about this guy, and it was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't get it right now. He felt like the name was important. Matthew noticed that, despite the man's demeanor and his features, he actually looked like he was trying to blend in as best as he could. He wore basic, bland clothes and shoes that were obviously well used. He glanced at the door again.

"Jeez, what a formal name," Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Who the hell would name their kid that?"

"My mom," Matthew stated and Gilbert blinked. Matthew had never really gotten to know his mom, but he didn't really feel a need to, to be perfectly honest. He was fine with just his two fathers.

"Fair enough," Gilbert laughed slightly, obviously trying not to attract attention to himself, though that seemed to be hard for him. He glanced at the door again.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Matthew asked.

"Me? Nah," Gilbert sighed. "It just looks really freaking cold out there and I'm gonna have to get moving soon."

"Right," Matthew nodded slowly. Gilbert glanced once again at the door.

"You're pretty cute, you know that?" Gilbert smirked and Matthew jumped. "You also look kinda familiar. I'm not sure how, though…"

"You, too," Matthew mumbled and Gilbert paused for a second before getting right back to his happy mood. He looked at the door again.

"I've just got one of those faces," Gilbert smirked. "I mean, come on, who hasn't seen an albino in their lives?"

"The closest I've been is an albino mouse," Matthew muttered.

"You saying I look like a mouse?" Gilbert laughed and this time it was loud. Gilbert noticed, apparently, and immediately tried to quiet himself down, smiling wickedly. "I like you, Birdie."

"My name is Matthew."

"I like Birdie better," Gilbert shrugged. "It kinda suits you, I dunno."

"Why do you keep looking at the door?" Matthew asked while Gilbert was glancing, once again, at the door.

"Just nervous to go outside, I guess," Gilbert shrugged. "Aren't you? It's freezing out there."

"I kinda like the cold," Matthew shrugged. He's always loved the snow, especially back in France, when Francis would play with him in their large backyard.

"Ja, well, not everybody does," Gilbert laughed. "I've spent way too many nights in the snow."

"Do you not have a home?" Matthew asked, suddenly feeling guilty…Maybe if he asked Francis nicely enough, he might let Gilbert stay…

"I prefer to live on the road," Gilbert shrugged. "Living in one place drives me crazy. It's pretty awesome, though. And always exciting."

"Right," Matthew nodded slowly. He suddenly seemed a lot more familiar.

"Well, I should go," Gilbert reached behind Matthew and pulled a coffee from behind him. Matthew couldn't help but notice that it had his name written on it.

"Hey, that's mine," Matthew stated and Gilbert winked.

"See you around, Birdie." He then ran out the door at sprinting speed. Shortly after, red and blue lights began flashing and he heard a siren.

"Turn up the TV!" one of the business men demanded and the girl behind the counter fumbled with the controller.

The news reporter was obviously in the middle of what she was saying. "…criminal Gilbert Beilschmidt has been seen in London, England. Those near the area highlighted on the map should be on the lookout for this man. Once again, he has white hair and he has red eyes. If you spot him, call the police immediately."

Matthew's knees felt weak. He had just talked to a known criminal. Not just a criminal…it was Gilbert Beilschmidt. He'd stolen millions of dollars' worth of paintings, jewelry, people…He'd kidnapped several people and even shot a few policemen. He was known throughout the world as the criminal who couldn't be caught.

If he had known who Matthew really was…

"Mattie! There you are!" Alfred rushed into the coffee shop and people immediately turned their attention to the two. Matthew looked to his older brother. His blonde hair was windblown with a few specs of snow melting here and there. His bright blue eyes were filled with concern.

"Is that…Alfred Jones?"

"Then that must be Matthew Williams!"

"How could we not see it?"

"Wasn't he the one talking to…"

"That criminal is here, what were you thinking!" Alfred yelled at him and Matthew didn't respond, still slightly in shock. "Everyone was saying they saw him come out of here! Are you okay?"

"I was talking to him," Matthew muttered. "I-I didn't know who he was..."

"Let's get you home, alright?" Alfred grabbed onto Matthew's wrist and started dragging him out of the small coffee shop.

Matthew had just talked to a criminal like someone he'd just met on the street. Just some person who wanted conversation, perfectly harmless. He could have gotten kidnapped… Matthew didn't even calm down when he was back in the safety of his own home. He just wanted to curl up with his stuffed bear and go to sleep.

Alright! New FanFic! I know I shouldn't be writing so much, but I just can't help it! Inspiration struck out of nowhere! This is my first FanFic, I think, that wasn't inspired by something else, like a movie or a song. So I'm pretty proud of it!

Anyway, this is the FACE family, which I adore, even though I primarily ship USUK. For the sake of this story, though, I will ship FrUK. There isn't much of it, though, since the main pairing is PruCan. For now, we have our intro, in which we know about possibly the most famous family in the world. And Gilbert was just a bit distracted by being tracked down by the police, so he didn't have time to think about how he knew Matthew. Matthew, on the other hand, is just a bit ditsy at the moment, so he wasn't thinking well until after Gilbert was gone. To be honest, if I found out I was just talking to a criminal that could have easily kidnapped me, I would be very traumatized, so that's why Matthew is very out of it at the end..

Anyway, because school sucks, expect updates once every week, at the latest. I will try to write when I can, but I am very busy and my dad is stressing me out with a bunch of scholarship shit that I don't need to deal with right now.

Anywho (according to Microsoft, that's not a word, I'm very sad), that's it, so please review! It's totally awesome like Gilbert.

And I do not and never will own Hetalia.